Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from San Marino and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing DNA to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The United States of America,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yazoo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Lower 48,
the Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
The Beau Brummels,
Minor Threat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Second Layer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fear,
Yellowson,
Neu!,
Maleditus Sound,
Fluxion,
Al Stewart,
The Moody Blues,
The Count Five,
Visage,
Easy Going,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lakeside,
Gong,
New York Dolls,
Bill Wells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stereo Dub,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Near,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick Morgan,
Brass Construction,
Whodini,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wings,
Bad Manners,
The Angels of Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash,
Davy DMX,
David McCallum,
Severed Heads,
Echospace,
The Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
kango's stein massive,
Scion,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.